“Guess we’re in this together now,” he muttered, stepping back inside the lodge to gather his thoughts. Henry wiped the sweat from his brow as he tugged the sled up the final incline toward his lodge.
The ice block, with its mysterious, shadowy contents, sat heavy on the sled, and the effort of pulling it through the snow had left his muscles aching. The shadowy figure inside hadn’t moved—of course, it couldn’t—but every time he glanced back at it, his imagination ran wild.